I know, I know. I’ve been on a bit of a hiatus with this blog. And it’s not cause I’ve been lazy with my writing or anything like that… I’ve actually been working on a novel that I’ve been meaning to write for close to erm… four years now. The idea came to me when I was chilling in my apartment in Japan. I sketched the whole concept out in a notebook and then forgot all about it (and the rest of my God forsaken dreams). But that was then, and this is now. And I’m proud to say that the novel is… DONE!
It’s so easy to get caught up in this daily grind stuff and wake up one day and find that too many years have gone by and your dreams are all dead and that it’s too late to do anything about it. It’s so easy to settle for being a big fish in a small pond. It’s so easy to abandon your own vision and support someone else’s. It’s easy because you never have to take responsibility for yourself or really build something that’s truly yours.
If there’s one card that’s as bad as the mopey Five of Cups guy who can’t move past his grief – it’s the Six of Cups people who are romanticising the past. Someone get them a room. They’re making me want to vomit. I’m still not sure what worse – romanticising what was and what could have been – or just swimming around in your own sorrow.
I abandoned my creative life in pursuit of more practical matters. I held down a structured job, found it somewhere in me to be a role model for young people as well as found some semblance of success. But from somewhere inside me – something has been screaming and yelling at me. I thought age had slowly wiped out my imagination. But no – I had just buried it to deal with practical day-to-day matters. And now, after such a long hiatus, I return to the creative life.